"Beidi, calm down." Yao's mother had never seen her daughter lose her temper like this before and couldn't help but soften her tone.
Whenever Xiaoxiao was mentioned, Beidi's emotions seemed uncontrollable, like a wildfire that couldn't be extinguished.
Xiao Ye, in the front seat, simply gripped the steering wheel silently, focusing all his attention on driving responsibly, as if his life depended on it.
Yao Beidi couldn't calm down. She lashed out, "Xiao Ye has done so many things, and yet you forgive him! You even want me to forgive him! Mom, do you have any idea how Xiao Ye has treated me all these years?! He's had so many women outside—I don't even know if he's picked up some disgusting disease..."
"Slap!" The sound of a sharp slap resonated loudly in the small car.
The car jerked to a sudden stop, braking in the middle of the road.
